I Was The Villain's Wife

I was the villain's wife. The one who died young, his one true love.

Ten years after my death, a System resurrected me.

My mission: to redeem him, now that he had fallen into darkness.

But I had lost all my memories.

So when I saw the villain from a distance, before I could even get close, his men threw me out.

As I lay crumpled on the ground, a phantom comment feed flickered into existence before my eyes.

Here we go again. I've lost count of how many have come to save' the villain.

For years, the System has been sending countless replacements to placate him, terrified he'll destroy this world.

Some looked just like his dead wife, some had her exact personality, some even came armed with all her memories

But every single one of them failed.

How long will this one, this completely unremarkable one, even last?

When the System brought me into this world, the villain threatening its very stability was already thirty-four years old, with a ten-year-old son.

I, on the other hand, had just woken from a long slumber.

I knew nothing. I remembered nothing.

All I knew was that my name was Sophia, and I was twenty-three years old.

The System had just told me that much.

Beyond that, it had given me a thousand warnings about the villain, about how dangerous he was.

It begged me not to be like the candidates who came before me, who'd lost their lives the moment they arrived.

The System told me the villain's name was Alexander Black, a man who stood at the absolute pinnacle of wealth and power.

He was cruel and ruthless, a ferocious, temperamental beast.

The only shred of humanity he had left was reserved for his young son.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a long time.

I don't see anything special about myself, I murmured.

Nothing that would make a man like that give me a second glance.

The System watched me in silence.

After a long pause, it spoke, its tone heavy with meaning.

You're the last chance. If even you can't do it

It cut itself off, its voice firming with resolve. No. You have to be the one.

The System's endless warnings were not an exaggeration.

The moment I arrived, I tried everything I could just to get a glimpse of Alexander Black from a distance.

But the hulking bodyguards trailing him spotted me instantly.

Alexander was dressed head-to-toe in black, a heavy coat draped over his shoulders.

He was standing outside the school gates, waiting for his son.

He never once glanced in my direction.

I stared at the sharp, cold lines of his profile, and a strange, uncontrollable emotion bloomed in my chest.

It was a sorrow so profound it brought tears to my eyes.

I stood there, frozen by this inexplicable wave of grief, not even noticing his bodyguards closing in.

A sharp, searing pain shot through my body as I was thrown hard against a brick wall.

One of the guards, his face a mask of brutal indifference, tossed a threat at me before leaving.

Don't look at things you're not supposed to see.

He gave my pathetic, crumpled form on the ground a final, cold sweep.

Next time, it won't be this simple.

At that moment, the sky began to shed soft flakes of snow.

I clutched my injured arm, huddled against the wall.

From a distance, I saw Alexander meet his son.

Even seeing the boy didn't bring a hint of a smile to his face.

He just stubbed out his cigarette, looked down, and took his son's hand.

They turned and got into a car.

Perhaps my gaze was too intense.

Just before the boy climbed into the car, he turned his head and looked directly at me.

I was a mess of blood and melting snow. Utterly wretched.

Yet, on pure instinct, I managed a gentle smile for the strikingly beautiful boy.

His gaze was as indifferent as his father's. He looked me over calmly, his expression unreadable.

It was just one glance.

A bodyguard was already holding the car door open.

It swung shut, and the car drove away without a backward glance.